sometimes i'm afraid of making a change.i stand on the ledge looking down...wondering what will happen if i jump in.

i can fear big things...like moving across our country.like switching from homeschooling to our neighborhood school.like trying to live my dream of being a photographer.but then, i jump in.and it makes the other decisions seem smaller~like a haircut, hypothetically.

after the decisions are reached, i realize it's okay.like Someone has gone before me.and that there is a community around me.or that failure isn't the end of the world.~or~ that it's only hair.and it grows back.

;)it's probably the shortest haircut i've had~it was the only way i could kill the constant ponytail.